Q4: Confetti

I was walking through the parking lot in front of Panera Bread. A small silver car slid into the front row spot that a woman in a black car had been waiting for.

The woman in the black car honked. Well, she put the full force of her body onto her horn for about 7 seconds. She drove directly behind the silver car, parked, got out, and walked over to the window of the silver car.

"I HAD BEEN WAITING FOR THAT SPOT FOR FIVE MINUTES..."

I gave them a wide berth. You just don't interfere with sacred moments like those.

The woman retreated to her car. She reversed. The silver car backed out and drove away. The woman in the black car claimed her spot.

So I can stand in the Panera line and judge her.

Or realize that I am her. And, given the proper life circumstances and mood, I would have done the same thing.

Or I can judge her.

Or both.

Because grace is like confetti and it gets on everybody. If you're the woman in the black car, the silver car, or the woman looking on.